As she lay there, amid his rumpled sheets, he said, “You’re incredible.”
So was he. Too incredible for words. She could barely believe that she was in his company, with him climbing on top of her.
He zeroed in on her nipples, teasing each one, going back and forth, moving his tongue in sexy little swirls. She thought she might die from the thrill of it.
He lifted his head and smiled. “Should I do it some more?”
Put his mouth on her breasts? “Yes, please.”
“You’re so polite. Such a good girl.”
She didn’t deny his claim, and this time, when he resumed the activity, she tunneled her fingers through his hair.
She sighed as he ran his hand along the waistband of her panties, teasing her, making her limbs quaver.
The lights were on, shining as bright as the sun. Only, it was dark outside, with stars dancing in the night.
He peeled her panties all the way off, and now she was naked, except for the earrings and bracelet he’d given her.
“What about these?” she asked about the jewels. “Should they come off, too?”
“No. I like how you look in them.”
“I’m trying not to worry.”
“About what? Keeping the jewelry? It’s just a few little baubles.”
“I was talking about how we’re going to feel in the morning.” She didn’t want to regret what they were doing. But she feared there would be repercussions.
“Tomorrow doesn’t matter. All that matters is tonight.”
He gestured to the condoms he’d scattered on the nightstand. “I didn’t pack these purposely. But am I ever glad that they were in my luggage.”
She put her hands against his chest, where she could feel the strong steady beats of his heart. “They just happened to be there?”
He nodded. “From the last time I traveled. I even thought about it when we were on the plane. But I didn’t think I’d be using them.”
She trailed her fingers down his body. No doubt about it, there was going to be hell to pay later on. Anything this exciting would have consequences.
Once she reached his stomach, she followed the ripple of muscle along his abs. She was familiar with his workout routine and how disciplined he was about it. He’d built an employee gym at the office for everyone to use, himself included. He had a weight room at home, too. His main residence was a glittering estate in the Hollywood Hills, with a tennis court and a poolside view of the city. Carol had been there a number of times, either running errands for him or dropping off urgent documents for him to sign. And now she was exploring his half-naked body, with a different kind of urgency coiling inside her.
He unzipped his pants, but he didn’t remove them. Nonetheless, she noticed that he wasn’t wearing underwear. But she wasn’t surprised. He seemed like a commando guy.
He said, “There are so many things I want to do to you.”
Delicious things, she thought. He put his fingers between her legs, rubbing that one little spot, making her moan from the pleasure. Everything was warm and sexy, including the sheets beneath her skin. She moaned again, trying to contain herself.
He shifted his weight, his big, broad body casting a shadow over hers. Then he took the foreplay a step further, going down on her with his mouth.
She couldn’t stop touching him while he did it: the breadth of his shoulders, the messiness of his hair, the handsome angles of his face. She even touched herself, where his tongue made contact. There were no bounds, no limits, just heat and primal hunger, shooting straight to her core, making her unbearably wet.
As the orgasm built, her nerve endings electrified. She was steeped in so many sensations, so many hungers, all at once.
Jake didn’t stop until the last spasm racked her body, dragging her under his spell.
He kissed her afterward, barely giving her time to recover. But she didn’t care. He took off his pants, and she saw that he was desperately aroused. She lowered her hand, closing it around him.
While she stroked him, he kissed her once again, heightening the passion. She tightened her grip, wanting to make him feel extra good. But all too soon, he reached for a condom. He was leaking at the tip.
When he extended the packet to her, she widened her eyes. “Why are you...?”
“Because I want to watch you put it on me.”
“No one has ever asked me to do that before. Whenever I’ve been with someone, the guy always...”
“You know how, don’t you?”
“Yes, of course. But you’d be better at it, I’m sure. Quicker. More efficient.”
“It’s not a contest, Carol.” He smiled naughtily. “It’s just a little fun between lovers.”
She opened the packet, feeling as if she was all thumbs. But it was only because she was so darned anxious to be with him. By the time she managed to put the condom in place, he was harder than hard and sexier than hell.
And just like that, he nudged her legs apart and thrust into her, stealing what was left of her breath and making her want him even more.
* * *
Jake marveled at this moment, taking a second to process it. He was inside of Carol. His marriage-minded assistant. How crazy was that?
He thrust deeper, and she gasped, closing around him in hot, slick pleasure. This was sex at its most fundamental level, boiled down to raw need.
Need. The word punched him like a fist. Jake didn’t know what was wrong with him, not having been able to control his hunger for her. She was right about tomorrow. They would have to figure things out. Normally he didn’t concern himself with incidentals. But he was in bed with a woman who worked for him. That wasn’t something that could be ignored.
But for now, morning was a ways away.
Taking what he wanted, what he craved, he kissed his newfound lover with heat and vigor. Twin moans escaped their lips. She wrapped her legs around him, and he moved his mouth to her neck and bared his teeth, nipping her skin.
Euphoria surged through him, so right, so wrong, so hot and pulsing. Was this how addicts felt when they slammed drugs into their veins?
Jake rolled over so Carol could straddle him. While she rode him, he touched her, cupping her breasts and thumbing her nipples. He liked how pink and pretty and pebbled they were.
She braced her hands on his shoulders, digging her nails into his flesh.
“Harder,” he said.
With those neat lady’s nails still sharply in place, she rode him deeper, doubling the euphoria. As she rocked forward, setting an erotic pace, a breeze from the window stirred the ghostly white curtains, sweeping air through the room.
Jake imagined that the sea was rising, crashing in orgasmic waves, coming closer and closer to the moonlit shore.
Caribbean fever, he thought. He had it bad.
“I promised myself that I wasn’t going to seduce you this weekend,” he said. “And now I am.”
Her hair fell forward, soft and shiny around her face. “Yes, you definitely are. But I had a hand in it, too.”
“Yeah, you did.” She had sent him that text urging him to be with her. He switched positions again, gulping frantic breaths in between numerous kisses.
Once he was on top, he pounded her harder and faster. By now, she was clawing his back.
Was she leaving long, sexy scratch